Liam couldn't help but choked and said: "My cultivation level is low. When I can break through the three distractions of my seniors with one sword, my senior brothers and their bones will be so cold that they freeze. I'm afraid I will starve to death here first ---Senior Wen, please speak some truth."
Wen Ya was not moved at all. He glanced at Liam. The young man may be lonely and angry, unwilling, ambitious, or full of depression. His heart is always easy to be less determined and hard, and his brows are always easy to show traces of reason. In this regard, Liam was particularly ordinary in his anxiety and anger.
Wen Ya struck him mercilessly and said: "So, you can't even break my distraction, and you still want to fight Zhou Han? What do you rely on? Are you dreaming?"
Liam was about to argue, but Wen Ya waved her hand and interrupted him again aggressively: "Reviving the sect? If you really want to revive the sect, the best thing to do now is to find a place to hide and practice hard for three or four hundred years. I think you don't dare to take on the responsibility alone, so you rush forward without caring about anything!"
The corner of Liam's eye twitched fiercely, and then he raised the frost blade sword and said in a neutral tone: "Senior is right, but I don't accept the method of provoking generals."
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